Too Many Images.... Portraits
I am not quite sure when the photography bug bit me… but I think I might blame it on my dad. Growing up - yessss, a zillion years ago, we actually had electricity in western Montana. The weekend enjoyment at my house was either; three channels of fuzzy on an old 20 inch TV or the Big Screen and slides.
My dad would dig through the big ol’ box of cartridge after cartridge of slides. Then the gentle hum of the slide projector and the glow of the yellow bulb that, pristinely brought, to larger than life, people and places I knew little of. Then my dad would tell the story of that image and my mom would chime in with her take on it. My eyes would dart from detail to detail and capture it all. Then on to the next and into the evening, those faces from the past.